[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Dining Pavilion 
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	Seven months was a lot of time, and Arthur was something vaguely resembling normal by now, his trauma at least processed, even if its scars still raked him. He didn't even try to talk to his "father" though, while they were visiting for the solstice. That still wasn't something he was ready to attempt, regardless of if it would have been good for him or not. The most pressing thing to him right now was the weather. He absolutely hated winter storms and the cold, snow was wet and cold and got [i]everywhere.[/i] His cabin, being a practical mausoleum, didn't help matters, as it wasn't even a thematic departure from the outside.

	Trudging through the snow, he lost no time getting to the dining pavilion. Getting food in him would at least help deal with the cold, and seeing Andy always made things better. Stepping in, he rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them back up. He instinctively looked towards Zeus' table, and right after grabbing an orange, he headed straight for it, sitting across from Demi and next to Andy, already peeling the fruit he grabbed. "[color=4286f4]Morning Andy, Demi.[/color]" He started to say, as Demi bolted off. Popping an orange slice in his mouth, and shot a grin at Andy, before saying, "[color=4286f4]Zeus is technically god of the sky right? Does that mean I can blame you for the weather?[/color]" He ribbed lightly, before resting his head on his hands and his eyes on her.